It will have 5 stanzas of 5 lines each, rhyming AABBB, CCDDD, EEFFF etc. The first 4 lines of each stanza will be in iambic hexameter (12 syllables each), and the last line of the stanza will be a short line of iambic dimeter (4 syllables). The second and fourth lines of each stanza shall include one word of at least 4 syllables, which should be shown in red. Here are the title and first line:

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

[First line changed to avoid using "dead" twice]The bathos in line 5 is deliberate.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied.Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim.Or die in shame.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.It glared, and told me to substantiate my claimOr die in shame.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.It glared, and told me to substantiate my claimOr die in shame.

So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.It glared, and told me to substantiate my claimOr die in shame.

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.It glared, and told me to substantiate my claimOr die in shame.

So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,At all the souls that call this cemetery host."

While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless nightI saw an apparition of transparent lightBeside a headstone was a strange ethereal headWith tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead"Hi there", I said.

"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried."I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.It glared, and told me to substantiate my claimOr die in shame.

So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,At all the souls that call this cemetery host.Dude, you'd be toast!"